Behind those doors, the woman he had married was fighting for her life.
And somewhere else in the hospital, their child was fighting for a chance to live.
Doña Catalina approached him cautiously.
"Santiago..."
He didn't turn.
She reached for his arm, but he barely seemed to notice.
"Have they told you anything?"
"The baby has been delivered."
Her hand flew to her mouth.
"Is the baby alive?"
"Yes. They've taken the baby to intensive care."
A fragile expression of relief crossed her face, but it disappeared when she noticed Santiago's expression.
"And Daniella?"
He said nothing for a moment.
"She's still in there."
Doña Catalina's eyes filled with tears. She wanted to comfort him, but she knew there was little she could say. She simply stood beside him, holding his arm while the minutes passed.
